For these days, Mom Camp was on the road again. This time it was a road trip to Brianhead Utah to reach cooler temperatures and even cooler friends.
After an easy 3 and 1/2 hour drive (I say easy, because after a 23 hour trip home from NOLA this was a piece of cake.), we arrived at a lovely cabin in the woods to join another family who will henceforth be called The Brianhead Bunch. Some yummy steaks, an outdoor campfire with ‘smores finished off the day.
The following day it was time to rent ATVs and hit the wilderness. Although The Brianhead Bunch were experienced ATV drivers, The Captain and I had never been on them. I will also admit my outdoor skills really are not superior. In college, I once managed to capsize a jet ski, LOL. I was slightly nervous at first. I took a quick spin on an open quad and we eventually rented an ATV with roll bar and seemed a little more secure (other than the roll bar, I am not actually sure it was one bit safer. I was able to pretend I was safer and took to calling it my ‘golf cart’.)
Lunches were packed and we hit the dirt roads. Cinco rode with me and The Princess was co-pilot with The Captain. At first, things were pretty easy. We arrived at a lovely visita.Things got a little hairy after that as we drove up a rocky hill. My strategy was slow and steady, but at one point the ATV significantly tipped to the right. Cinco began crying and wouldn’t stop reminding me that I had in fact once capsized a jet ski. In true kid style, he went back and forth from crying with terror to signing Highway to Hell. In my typical mom style, I kept telling him I had not killed him yet and could he please calm down. I was then forced to put one of my arms around him to calm him down. That’s when things took a turn for the worse.
With all the crying, singing and chaos in my ATV my nerves were a little frayed and I ALMOST drove into a tree. I tried to back up, but then the rocks started sliding underneath the vehicle. I decided enough was enough and flagged The Captain to get me out of a sticky spot. Thankfully, he drove like a pro and got me back on track.
The drive was easier downhill. And, Cinco stopped crying on the return trip and started singing Highway to Hell in a far more playful and jovial manner.
We saw a few more natural treasurers:
A big thank you to the Brianhead bunch for a new experience and good time. Alls well that ends well.